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sypnosis: "i hope i never see what your face looks like going. a face, i swear, that i could spend my whole life knowing"
warning: not proofread, lowercase writing.
note: i hope you like this totally fluffy sweet oneshot. is it obvious i'm currently back in my slytherin boys era? if this does well, i'll post my other wip. :) leave a comment if you want more of these. love, 𑣲hydrangea.ᐟ
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draco malfoy, without fail, steals your blanket every single night.
it wasn't intentional—at least, he says. In his sleep, he somehow manages to wrap himself into a burrito, leaving you shivering beside him for the rest of the night.
groaning, you nudged him through his burrito of a thick weighted blanket. "you did it again." no answer. you sneer, he probably didn't hear you from the privilege of hogging the entire thing.
"draco!" you whisper-yelled, poking again. this time, your boyfriend groans. one eye opens, looking at the thick layers of fabric on top of him. "i don't know what you're talking about." he said huskily, closing his eyes again and comfortably snuggling into his pillow.
"you literally have all of it, you hog." he groans, shushing you. clearly, it wasn't working. so you thought of something better. smiling to yourself, you wormed your way under the blanket, collapsing across his chest instead. laughing against his chest, his hand instinctively finding it's way to the curve of your back. "there." you murmured, "problem solved."
"you planned this all along, didn't you?" you accused after a moment of silence, and all you got was a smirk and a kiss to your forehead.
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"you should get that." you barely looked up from your tea when you spoke, leaning against the kitchen counter as you heard the doorbell. "you should." draco said in agreeable tone from the dining table, reading over his reports from work.
you glare, "i asked first."
he takes one look at you, huffs, and then stands up to walk over to the door. grinning victoriously, you smiled into your tea as you watched him walk out the door.
draco's face turns into an awkward grimace as he turns the knob. "don't watch me leave, it's awkward." he said, picking up the daily prophet and a package from his mother. laughing, you threw your head back in amusement while he walked over to the counter where you stood. draco hands you the daily prophet, and grabs a cutter to open the package.
"merlin… are these my jumpers from fifth year?" he sighs, chuckling as his hands rested on his hips. you peek, shrieking in delight as you see it. you took the jumpers out and brought it to your face, feeling the material. "they don't even fit me anymore. you know, 'cause of these big muscles." he smirks, a smug look in his eyes as he flexed his arms.
rolling your eyes, you chuck the jumper at his face. "your ego is still astounding until today." draco lets out a huff of laughter, shaking his head. "you love me."
"this is adorable, so tiny." you grin, holding it up. "our kids will probably wear this, someday."
draco scoffs, taking a bite out of your scone. "as if, my kids won't wear hand-me-downs." and to that you roll your eyes.
"our kids," you corrected, "will definitely wear hand-me-downs. our daughter will love my collection of pearls and dresses." you smiled, and draco laughs.
"right, our kids."
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the lights were dim, the rain was once again pouring and the two of you were huddled together in bed. your legs were tangled, desperate for warmth. the two of you coexisted in the silence, reading a book while draco reads articles from the ministry of magic.
he was reading the ministry's section of the whereabouts of death eaters in the battle four years ago. it still kept him awake at night. wondering. worried. afraid. he knew his mother was in hiding. his father in azkaban.
you notice the absent look on his face. you grab the article and quickly hide it in one of the drawers of your bedside table. "nothing's going to happen, honey. it's been two years." you spoke gently, caressing his arm.
draco swallows his words, nodding. he leans into your touch, relaxing minute by minute. "i'm just scared. i don't want to lose this. to lose you."
you smile, looking at him as if that was absurd. "that's never happening. it's you and me forever." draco chuckles quietly, shaking his head with a smile on his face.
"forever isn't real, darling." he says, and you roll your eyes booing him. "do you have no whimsy?" you groan. he chuckles, his hands snaking their way up to your waist and started torturing tickling you. in a fit of laughter, you tried to push him off.
"i was joking, you silly girl." he grins, continuing his attack. in broken gasps, you managed to get his hands off. you sighed, rolling your eyes.
"you sure you want forever with me?" he jokes, and you elbow his side.
with a fake frown, you nod. "i could get used to this face forever, even if he tortures me."
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the storm only grew louder. hugging your arms to yourself, the familiar green and grey sweater from hogwarts cling to your skin. the house was cold. empty. silent. you opened the cabinet over the stove, grabbing two mugs. the box on the counter was almost full, your hands suddenly felt clammy as you placed them in along with the other things.
wiping your hands against your pants, you moved around aimlessly, your life packed into average boxes. your feet padded into the bedroom, the walls felt tight and the bed…
the blanket still laid messy in the middle, unfolded. it still smells exactly like him.
the door was mocking you. the mugs were taunting.
nothing could have warned you for that day. nothing.
"i have to go." he said hastily, already heading towards the door. you almost choke. "what?" you asked, blinking. the words felt heavy, it made you uneasy. it made you want to throw up.
"leave. i-i have to leave, y/n" he didn't meet your eyes. he couldn't. "there are… there are people looking for my father. if i stay…"
"no… no, draco. we can figure something out!" frantic, you walked closer to him in hopes to make him stay. he shook his head. "i'm sorry. there's nothing we can do."
you choked on your tears as you watched him turn the knob, he smiles sadly and finally looks at you. "don't watch me leave." he said, his voice was small and trembling.
the tears dropped before you knew it, you tried to smile and shake your head. "i won't." but you did.
falling to the ground, you hug your knees to your chest. his jumper reminded you of easier times. when the two of you were only teenagers, not a care in the world. a million promises, baby names you'll never get to use, a face that once promised forever.
summary: one evening, you are approached by a gryffindor student who you’d beaten in a match in the dueling club. they attack you and draco takes you to the infirmary. he waits for the nurse to patch you up before taking you back to the slytherin common room.
content: injuries, stitches, draco being mean (not to you), no clearly stated relationship, crabbe and goyle
┈─ note; i have not watched/read harry potter in a while, so i apologize if some of this is inaccurate or out of character.
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“Ouch…” you winced at the nurse who’d been stitching your cut.
“Be careful!” Draco yelled at the nurse, “Or I’ll have my father get you fired!”
“Draco!” you scolded him, settling for a glare as you couldn’t move from your seat on the infirmary bed, or else you’d disrupt the nurses’ work.
This evening, a Gryffindor student had challenged you to a duel outside of school hours, claiming that you’d cheated in your previous one against them in dueling class. You knew dueling without supervision was prohibited, so you denied them. However, they didn’t want to take no for an answer. They used a banishing charm on you, making you hit the back of your head on a stone pillar— and Draco had been there to witness it. The only reason he didn’t cause a scene was that Crabbe and Goyle advised him not to. Instead, he took you to the infirmary. At least Gryffindor would lose points.. and maybe you’d gain some points for Slytherin for not fighting back.
“S-sorry,” the nurse apologized, “I’m finished now.” The nurse pulled away from you, and you reached behind your head to feel the stitches. You winced from the feeling.
Draco looked at you with frustration. “Why didn’t you defend yourself?”
“It’s better than costing Slytherin some points..” Crabbe murmured behind him.
Draco abruptly turned around. “Did I say you could follow us here? Get out!” He shooed them away, and you watched them hurriedly run out the doors. After they left, it was only you, Draco, and the nurse in the infirmary.
Draco shifted into your line of sight again. “I won’t let that Gryffindor get away with this. I’ll tell my father, and—“
“No, no—“ you cut him off. “It’s not a big deal. Just leave it.”
“How? You were attacked by a Gryffindor!”
“The school will handle the punishment.” You insisted, “There’s no need to bring your father into it.”
Draco paused. He opened his mouth to say something but he couldn’t think of anything. You sighed and grabbed your bag from where you had let it sit on the bed beside you.
“..Don’t think I’m going to let this slide though,” Draco muttered. “No one can attack you and get away with it— especially not a Gryffindor.”
You stood up from the bed and hung your back on your shoulder. “Don’t do anything stupid. The school will deduct points from them anyway.”
Draco huffed. He gave the nurse a glance before guiding you to the doors with a hand on your back. When you exited the infirmary, Crabbe and Goyle were still waiting outside.
“Why are you just waiting around?” Draco snapped at them. “Go away!”
So they ran away again.
Draco turned to face you and let his hand fall from your back. “Is your head fine? Or do you need to lie down?”
“It’s fine.. just hurts a little,” you told him.
“Alright,” he nodded. “I’ll take you back to the common room so you can rest.”
The two of you started walking down the hall and towards the common room, when Draco spoke again. “Once you’re up for it, how about we go to Hogsmeade?”
It took you a bit to process what he asked, and it seemed he took that as a bad sign.
“Unless it’s a bad time for me to be asking—“
“No, no,” you stopped him. “I’d be happy to go.. just likely not today. Not sure I’ll be up for it.”
He let out a shaky exhale as he nodded, trying to hide the smile that crept onto his face. “Alright, tomorrow then?”
“Sure, tomorrow,” you nodded. “That is, if I’m not attacked again.”
You managed to pull a laugh from him as you continued your walk to the common room.
When Fred was told he couldn't have her he became instant to somehow, in some way, make her his.
Word Count: 3368
Part 2
{Contains: strong language, slight angst, mention of the su!cide (in a different context but thought I'd add it)}
"Please tell me he's not doing what I think he's doing?" Lee Jordan rolled his eyes as he plonked himself down next to George Weasley at the Gryffindor table, both their eyes were on Fred Weasley across the hall walking up to the Slytherin table for the fifth time that week. It was only Tuesday.
"I told him not too." George groaned, looking back down to his plate, a slight cringe set upon his expression. "He doesn't listen."
"When's he going to give up?" George scoffed at the latter boy's question. Truth was 'Fred Weasley' and 'give up' didn't belong in the same sentence. Fred never took the word 'no' well, in fact he never took it at all. If he was told he couldn't have something he would go out of his way to make it his. He had been the exact same growing up, George being along for the entire ride, by whatever means it would take he would get what he wanted in the end. Now, Fred wasn't spoiled by any means, he was just tactical. If he couldn't afford something he would find other ways to achieve his goals, much to his mothers displeasure but what she doesn't know won't kill her.
"Never."
Since about third year Fred's interests had turned to girls, of course he still loved causing chaos on occasion but as puberty hit him he started noticing things he hadn't before, feelings he couldn't understand. The girls were changing more and more each summer, sloping curves where there wasn't previously, and Fred was noticing with more interest each time. By now in his seventh year, barely a month from the end of his final term, he had tried many flavours. He couldn't let himself be tied to just one, where would be the fun in that? Why have just one when you could have many?
Well that was before he met y/n. When she waltzed into potions class one morning in sixth year, all eyes were on her and her simple elegance as she took her seat. Fred felt his jaw drop. Who was this girl? Where has she come from if not heaven? Since that day he had been down right bad for her, nothing anyone could do or say to change that.
"Mr Weasley there is a space next to miss l/n." Snape has drawled, pointing towards the witch who now had her back to him. She looked back curiously, wide eyed and surprised. "Maybe she can make sure you don't blow this cauldron up."
Fred's knees felt weak as he set off over to her, his stomach churned slightly taking the seat beside her then proceeded to fall when she looked over at him from the corner of her eye. Her brow raised for a second, eyes flicking over his appearance.
"I'm y/n." Her voice smooth and soft as she spoke. Fred gulped.
"Fred Weasley."
"Yeah, I know who you are." Her tone, though soft, was cold. Like speaking to him was a chore, he would usually pen girls like that as a prissy self entitled know-it-all, but for some reason even her cold tone made his heart flutter.
She barely let him touch the cauldron, he was forced to measure out the ingredients, chopping each exactly how she had shown him. She watched him like a hawk the entire time, it seemed she knew his reputation and Fred didn't know whether to be thrilled or embarrassed. Fred was rarely embarrassed by anything, but the idea you might be actively judging him made his skin crawl slightly. By the end of class Professor Snape was shocked to find the cauldron intact, examining it closely for the sight of even a scruff that could put Fred into detention. By some miracle he scowled and placed the cauldron back down onto the desk.
"Looks like we make a good team." Fred tried to act like his usual nonchalant self as he turned to the girl beside him.
"We are not a team." She spun from the desk and stepped down from her seat, leaving in a wave of flowing hair and zero goodbyes. Yet, even with her cold responses Fred let out a sigh of dreaminess.
Then fast forward to right now, George and Lee staring at their lovestruck best friend make a fool of himself again. It had been going on for over a year now and as the end of their time at Hogwarts was coming to a close Fred just seemed to become more persistent.
"Y/n?" She knew that voice too well at this point, she rolled her eyes not even turning to face the ginger haired, freckled faced Weasley. She raised a questioning eyebrow, one that said 'what is it this time?'
"What do you want, Weasley?" A slight grimace was held back from her expression, Merlin forbid she have one peaceful meal while Fred Weasley was lingering somewhere.
"Hey, that's no way to address your favourite Gryffindor." He smirked, trying his best to hide his desperation behind his eyes.
"You are not my favourite anything."
"We both know that's not true, even if I am a pain in your ass I'm definitely your favourite pain in the ass." He smirked that shit-eating grin she was growing to despise. She rolled her eyes going to face him, then she stopped taken-a-back slightly. He'd cut his hair, the once long mop had been trimmed down. Now, it was still slightly messy as it had always been but less offence to prim and proper eyes.
"Do you like it?" One of his pale hands reaches up to run through his freshly cut tendrils. "I cut it just for you."
She blinked once more before scowling again. "Should have saved your money." She turned back to her plate, trying her very best to ignore the way her stomach had flipped seeing him run his hands along his scalp.
"Ah, I've got a bit to spare." He winked even if she wasn't looking back at him. "You know I was wondering-"
"Don't bother." She cut him off almost instantly, a hand coming up to silence him like a preacher to an assembly. "Not interested."
"Oh come on, aren't you curious?" He leaned his palms on the table beside her and spoke into her ear.
"No." She deadpanned.
"Why my dear, sweet princess," she cringed. "I beg you on my knees." His mock posh accent made her forceably bite back a smile of amusement. "Won't you hear a poor begging man on his knees out, just this once."
She let her fork clatter back down onto her plate, turning to him with furrowed eyebrows and a frown. "Hey, if the wind changes you'll be stuck like that." He poked her arm to which she wafted him off.
"What is it?" She finally snapped, her arms folded over her chest.
"Oh I knew you had some fondness hidden away for me." He teased her, this didn't do anything to soften her hardened expression however.
"You know the last hogsmeade trip of the year is coming up, I was wondering if you would do me the honour of spending it with me." This time her expression changed from that hardened scowl to slight surprise.
"Yeah, yeah, not a chance."
"But, your majesty surely you want to please your loyal subjects." He whispered into her ear causing her to gasp and cover her ear up with her hand.
"Get lost." Fred shook his head with a frown.
"Not until you say yes." He crossed his own arms over his chest, mirroring her stance.
"Fred, what about 'I'm not interested' don't you understand?" But the boy only smiled wider.
"How do you know so well you aren't interested if you haven't even tried me out for size? Besides, I know plenty of ways to show you a good time."
"Gross."
"Yeah, yeah act like you aren't curious but I know just as well as you that you are." He snickered slightly. "I'm not leaving till you give me a chance."
After a short silence and realisation he really wasn't going to take no for an answer she sighed. "Fine." She mentally cursed herself.
Fred's face lit up like a lightbulb, smiling brighter than the sun on a hot day. He didn't say another word however, just bowed slightly and walked back over to his awaiting friends with the biggest grin on his features and a spring in his step.
"What you smirking about?" Lee chimed as Fred sat himself down across from the pair.
"She's clearly in a good mood today, he's come out bruise free." George added.
"I've only gone and scored." Fred winked at his friend's, his grin never faltering. The other two boys faces had dropped, mouths hanging to catch fly's.
"You're taking the piss right now." Lee managed to squeeze out in his state of shock and surprise. Fred shook his head, a smug look upon his features.
"Deadly serious."
"There's no way it was that easy, there must be some sort of catch?" George looked between Lee and Fred, Lee nodding in agreement with the latter's twin.
"I told you I was wearing her down." Fred smiled with his hands coming to the back of his head.
"Yeah, well I'm not buying it for a second." Lee shook his own head in disbelief.
"What can I say I'm very persuasive."
"You're very much a twat." George scoffed before taking a sip of pumpkin juice.
"Say what you want, but I'll show you both when hogsmeade is over she won't be able to resist me."
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Saturday came faster then y/n would have liked, everyday leading up Fred had somehow managed to catch her eye like a constant reminder of the looming weekend trip. However, he hadn't approached her since she agreed. It was strange not having him bug her all the time, constantly bragging about his recent achievements in her eyes with the attempt of impressing her. She would never admit out loud that she sort of, slightly missed it. No no, she was happy to be left alone at last. At least that's what she tried to tell herself.
Friday night she received an owl from Fred.
Y/n,
Meet me at the fountain in central hall at 11
Fred x
His scrawl was just about legible on the slightly scuffed paper. She sighed looking down at the kiss, she was not going to give in so easily, even if her heart fluttered as she read the message over and over. Tomorrow she would meet him, make it into hogsmeade then find a way to lose him in the crowd of students. She was not going to stick around much longer than necessary.
That morning she got ready not realising how many quick checks she had made to her appearance, Daphne Greengrass and Pansy Parkinson gave each other a look as they watched her hover around the mirror like a moth to flame.
"Come on you look fine." Pansy pushed her away from the mirror so she could brush her hair which she has been waiting to do for twenty minutes. "What's gotten into you anyway? It's only hogsmeade." The dark haired girl rolled her eyes.
"Oh! Are you meeting a boy!" Daphne interjected with a bright look on her face.
"It's not like she doesn't see boys everyday." Pansy groaned nearby but Daphne ignored her.
"Something like that." Y/n felt her cheeks burn slightly under the eyes of the other two girls.
"Ooh, do we know him?" She felt her voice stuttering the back of your throat. She couldn't admit she was meeting Fred Weasley, in the Slytherin house that was social suicide.
"I-erm...no." She stammered and before Daphne could respond she darted out of the dorm door.
She was early, mentally groaning as she walked up to central hall from the dungeons. God, Fred was going to think she actually wanted to see him. The thought haunted her, the sight of his grin when he sees her there early, Merlin it will definitely go to his head.
By a stroke of luck Fred was already sitting there on the edge of the fountain waiting, he was tapping his foot while swirling his wand as if it was a drumstick. He hadn't seen her yet where she lingered by the steps. She could turn back, stand him up. But, was she really that cruel? A sigh left her lips. Fuck it.
She approached slowly, almost cautiously, Fred Weasley was many things and predictable wasn't one of them. However, when his eyes finally met hers he simply smiled. Not that shit-eating grin she hated, a real true smile she'd never seen before. Her breath hitched slightly. As the space started to close between them he finally spoke.
"You actually turned up." He looked both surprised and relieved. "I didn't think you would."
"One date. That's it, got it?" She poked him lightly in the chest with her wand like a threat.
"Did you just call this a date?" Fred smirked, not even he explicitly called it that.
"Don't start, Weasley." He put his hands up in surrender as he stood from his space by the fountain.
"Yes madam." He mock saluted with a wink.
This was going to be a long day.
Hogsmeade was packed, it was the warmest trip to the wizarding village yet and everyone was out to enjoy it. Y/n had tried to make several escapes already but each time she was intercepted by Fred who, to his credit, was an instant bugger. She kept her head down as they walked around the village hoping to avoid eye contact with anyone who might recognise them both, while Fred was insisting they hold hands as they browsed. "Can't be having you getting lost now, can we?" She rolled her eyes trying to turn her face away from his.
"When mine and George's joke shop opens poor old Zonko's is going to look like child's play." Fred snickered as they exited the brightly coloured shop. The entire way round Fred has been rambling about Weasley's Wizard Wheezes', whatever that was, y/n wasn't really paying attention too busy dodging any familiar faces.
"Would you like to go to Honeydukes next?" Y/n grunted in response, head down and clearly still not listening. Suddenly, she felt herself being jerked back by Fred stopping abruptly in the cobblestoned street. As she looked up in confusion her eyes met his, the playful glint replaced with pained frustration.
"Y/n," his voice was stern, so unlike himself. "I'm trying my best here and you are giving me nothing."
"I don't know wh-" she started before he cut her off abruptly.
"Yes you do, you know exactly what I'm talking about." His voice had raised slightly, not quite shouting yet but enough to attract some odd looks around the two of them.
"Fred, you are making a scene." Y/n awkwardly glanced around at the nosy eyes of onlookers, her cheeks stained a light shade of pink from discomfort.
"I don't care." Fred retorted honestly. "I asked you to give me a chance, just one chance that's all." She swallowed slightly looking up at him, his hand running through his red tendrils in annoyance with a pained expression displayed across his features. For just a moment she wished she could replace his hand with her own.
"What is it that's so horrible about me that makes you hate me so much? Huh?" Fred prodded again. "Do you want me to change? I can't change who I am y/n."
"Fred, stop it." You warned him, eyes piercing up at him as he spun you around to face him properly.
"No, not until you tell me why." He wasn't budging and you knew he wouldn't. "Why won't you even give me a chance?"
"Because I like you too much alright!" The words weren't meant to slip out, in fact they were never meant to slip out, they were reserved for sleepless nights in the dorm where she could grovel over her misfortune of falling for a Weasley. She bit her bottom lip as her cheeks stained crimson, her hands felt clammy all of a sudden and eyes couldn't even stay focused on him choosing to look at the ground. "I like you more than I can admit to myself." This was no more than a whisper.
Fred just stared blankly down at the smaller girl, the street was suddenly abandoned besides the two of them but he wouldn't have noticed anyway. He wasn't quite sure if he had heard her correctly, was this all some big joke? But, the longer he looked down at her the more and more he realised it wasn't a joke, she was being honest for the first time.
"Then why do you act like you hate me?" His voice was just loud enough to be caught in the air between them.
"Because it's easier that way!" His expression softened from his previously shocked face, a hand reaching for hers which she took hesitantly. His rough hands against her own soft and slightly sweaty ones, if it wasn't for what she had just admitted she would have been embarrassed by the heat of her body. "If anyone knew they..." She trailed.
"I know." Fred did know. The rivalry of the opposing houses ran deep, much deeper than quidditch matches and house cups, it ran deep through the veins of the very beginning of the founders. Gryffindors saw all Slytherins as blood purist scum, a horrible stereotype that still lingered among the wizarding families of old blood dynasties. Slytherins saw Gryffindors as traitorous, overly boisterous brutes never knowing when they took things too far all in the name of courage with a lack of critical thinking. Of course, there was some truth in these statements but things weren't that black and white anymore. They hated each other cause they were told too, that was the bottom line, and liking one of the opposite house will come with it's issues on both sides.
"But, I don't care." Fred finally finished, his thumb rubbing soothingly across her knuckles. "Neither should you."
"Fred, my friends..."
"If they are truly your friends they would want to see you happy." He had a point, he always had a point and was always annoyingly right.
"I know. I know." Her voice was barely above a whisper now, eyes cast down on the floor. His other hand that was limply hanging at his side came up to hook under her chin tilting it up to face him. His brown eyes gleamed down at her once more inhabiting the glint they had lost just moments earlier.
"Fuck everyone." He smiled, suddenly that shit-eating grin wasn't as annoying as it had been previously. "Who cares what they think really, y/n you're all that matters to me." Her own eyes met his in slight disbelief, she wanted to call his bluff and challenge him but just the look in his eyes told her everything she needed to know.
Hesitantly, her small soft hand came up to run her knuckles around his jaw. "Do you truly mean that? After everything?"
"Cross my heart, love." His smile softened just like it had that morning in central hall, his red locks like fire in the sunlight just begging for her to touch. Before she could stop herself, that hesitant hand that ran along his jaw suddenly slid through the locks at the back of his head pulling him down. His breath caught a split second before she pressed her lips hard on top of his without warning. He was still for a moment before melting back into her, eyes slowly closing and body relaxing fully. His lips were slightly chapped, hers soft and smooth. She kissed desperately with bite and heat, he let her lead but pressed back with matching further. They were perfectly contradicting and neither could let go.
When they pulled apart his hair was askew, lips both red from the abuse and noses bumping against each other softly.
"I could get used to that." Fred's cocky side smirk returned, grinning against her face.
Summary: Kinktober 2025 Day 3 - Sex Work. It's Neville's 21st birthday, and a few of his friends are looking to help him out in their own way. What starts as a nightmare for Neville quickly sweetens.
Tags: Sex work (kind of not really), P in V, First time, Cowgirl, Creampie, Begging, Very slight degradation, Crying during sex, Desperation, Sub!Neville, Virgin!Neville, Annoying friends, Misunderstandings, Post-battle of Hogwarts, Brief mentions of alcohol.
Word count: 3.7k
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Authors note: Reader in this isn't actually a sex worker… it's just a weird situation, read it and find out lol... Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡
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Neville’s 21st birthday had been going well. He’d met up with his friends at a tavern in Diagon Alley for a nice pub dinner. Shared memories and laughter had filled the evening, and Neville had even had a pint, despite not being much of a drinker himself. The air was warm as his group migrated onto the street outside the tavern, chatting and postponing their goodbyes as much as possible. The night eventually had to come to an end; it was a weekday after all, and his friends had places to be the following morning. Neville didn’t mind; he wasn’t one for pub crawls or big parties and was looking forward to going home and reading after this lovely evening. He hugged Luna and Ginny goodbye, thanking them for their gifts and for coming to see him despite Ginny’s packed Quidditch schedule, to which they both insisted they would always make time for him. It warmed his heart; he was so grateful to have friends like these. That feeling of gratitude would soon disappear completely.
He should have known something was up when Hermione broke off from Harry and Ron to go home with the girls. He definitely should have known something was wrong when Harry, Ron, Dean and Seamus all insisted on walking him back to his flat a few streets down, but he was blinded by the glow of a pleasant and oddly peaceful evening. It finally clicks that something is badly wrong when, in the middle of enjoyable chit-chat, Seamus suddenly blurts.
“You still a virgin, Nev?” Neville turns to face him in surprise, but his friends all laugh knowingly rather than being at all surprised by the turn in conversation.
“Why does that matter?” he huffs, swallowing and standing up a little straighter, feeling suddenly ganged up on.
“You’re 21, mate! Bit old to have never been with anyone… not even a guy?” Ron grins. Neville sputters.
“No! Not even a guy! You know I’m not–” he cuts himself off and takes a deep breath. “I’m fine, I don’t mind… it’ll happen when it happens,” he says firmly, ignoring his friend's shared laughter and continuing down the street to his flat entrance. The presence of his friends no longer feels so nice. They hadn’t teased him about this in a long time, barely at all since the battle. Maybe they were just hoping that after the battle it would change, but it hadn’t. Secretly, he had hoped it more than anyone else. His friends jog to catch up with him, clapping him on the back.
“That might change tonight,” Dean teases cryptically, and Neville just keeps walking, figuring they’re trying to lure him to come out and try to meet someone. They’d tried that once before, and it hadn’t ended so well. Neville reaches the entrance to his flat, above a quiet potion supply shop. He fumbles the key into the door as his friends laugh and jeer about him getting some, all clearly having had too much to drink at the pub.
“Happy birthday to me,” Neville grumbles to himself quietly as he opens the door.
“Hey! You don’t even realise how happy we’ve made it!” Harry laughs loudly as Neville slips into his flat. He doesn’t pay any mind to the meaning behind Harry’s or Dean’s words, figuring they’re just drunk. Now he’s upset with his friends, even if he knows they don’t necessarily mean any harm. He climbs the stairs toward his living room door, grumbling to himself and running a hand through his hair. When he opens the door, he jumps slightly. Someone’s in his living room.
You turn in surprise when the door opens, even though you’d been expecting him, trying to look like you hadn’t been snooping through the pictures on his mantle. You make yourself straighten up and smile at him. Neville just looks shocked and confused.
“Who are you?” he demands nervously, looking you up and down. You don’t look much like a burglar, dressed nicely, your makeup done, very pretty.
“Didn’t your friends tell you? I’m here for you…” You tilt your head, not understanding his shock. Surely his friends wouldn’t have surprised him like this. For a moment, Neville racks his brain, remembering his friend's cryptic teases from before, as well as a prolonged absence of theirs toward the end of dinner. He curses loudly, smacking his forehead.
“Are you an escort or something?” he asks, tensely, trying not to be upset with you since he knows this isn’t your fault.
“No… well… sort of for the night, I guess, your friends were offering money for anyone who wanted to sleep with you,” you explain as he heads for his kitchenette, filling himself a glass of water and downing it quickly. You follow, standing in the corner and watching him. “I figured you were in on it, like this was some weird birthday thing you guys did, plus I knew Dean in school, so I trusted him, you know?” You explain yourself, realising it had perhaps been strange of you to agree to this. He stays by the sink, rubbing his hand down his face and sighing.
“Well, I wasn’t in on it… they’re just doing this to make fun of me… or help in their own stupid way or whatever,” he grumbles.
“Oh… well, look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just… they approached me, said you had trouble talking to women and that as a birthday gift they were helping you out… like I said, I assumed you were in on it, like you knew they were picking you a girl or something… I don’t know… it sounds stupid now I’ve sobered up a bit,” you shrug.
“You said they were offering money?” he clarifies, turning to you finally. He looks frustrated, but he’s trying not to take it out on you, which you appreciate.
“Yeah… I figured that was just them being silly… trying to make up for getting you a cheap gift, I don’t know,” you pull the pouch of coins from your purse, sliding them to him on the kitchen counter. “Here, I wasn’t in it for the money anyway; I just thought you were cute,” He opens the pouch, realising there is real money inside. His stomach sinks.
“Merlin, how hopeless do they think I am that they’re spending actual money on this?” he mumbles, handing you back the pouch. “I’d rather you have it than them, at least,” you nod and put the money back in your purse, but leave a few coins on his dining table when he turns back to the sink, feeling bad for him.
“I’m really sorry, I’ll just go,” you turn on your heels and head for his door. Neville is about to let you go, despite a slight reluctance in his chest, when he spots his friends still lingering outside his place from the kitchenette window, laughing and having a smoke. He curses again, rushing for you and stopping you at the door.
“Actually, could you maybe stay?” he chuckles nervously, turning you around. “They’re hanging around outside, I– if they actually think we s… slept together, they might leave me alone about this finally,” he swallows, feeling lame and guilty for asking you to stay, but this might be his one chance to make his friends think he’s gotten ‘laid’ as they would so crudely put it. You raise a brow but shrug.
“You want me to just hang around for a few hours or something?” he nods. “I guess I can do that, I don’t particularly have anywhere to be,” you head back into the living room, sitting down on the sofa and placing your bag on the side table. Now that he’s properly looking at you, he can’t help but think that you’re incredibly gorgeous, distractingly so. He isn’t used to having pretty girls in his house, reading the title of his coffee table book curiously. It’s strange.
“Can I get you a drink?” he asks, then adds. “Basically, all I have is water.”
“A water then,” you smile, watching him disappear back into the kitchenette. A few moments later, he returns with two glasses, placing one down on the side table beside you. He hesitates nervously before sitting down on the end of the sofa you have made yourself comfortable on, clearing his throat. Both of you are silent for a long moment, sipping your waters and looking around. Bored, you finally speak up. “Why would they do this to you? Seems like more of an April Fool's thing than a birthday thing,” you comment. Neville takes a deep sigh.
“They think it’s pathetic that I’m still a virgin,” he confesses. “They’re trying to help,” he huffs, rubbing his brow, feeling your eyes on him.
“You’re a virgin? I knew you were a bit shy, but really? How come? You’re not interested in sex?” The questioning makes him blush deeply.
“It’s not that I’m not interested in it… It’s just never happened for me, that’s all,” he defends, looking down at his glass of water. You look him up and down. He’s tall and broad, the baby fat mostly gone from his face. Decorated with a slight stubble and soft hair, he looks like a very handsome man. His shy demeanour is also very endearing, and whenever you’ve interacted with him, he’s been nothing but kind, even now when you would have understood if he’d been openly angry.
“I can’t see why, you’re very desirable,” you tell him honestly, smiling as his cheeks flush slightly.
“Have you been paid to say that too?” he deflects, looking away in the hopes of being able to ignore the fact you’re staring at him. He’s not used to having the attention of somebody he finds so attractive. You laugh softly, nudging his leg with your foot.
“I told you, I’m not here for the money… I thought you were cute and decided to play along with your friends,” his discomfort amuses you slightly, his cheeks red and his head hung low. “I won’t make you do anything, of course, and I’ll even tell your friends that you rocked my world the next time I see them, just to sell it,” you joke, relieved when he gives a small, earnest laugh.
“I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t believe that,” he turns to you, smiling slightly.
“Why not?”
“They know I’m completely clueless… if you say I blew your mind or something, they’d probably cotton on that we’re lying immediately,” he traces a shape into the condensation on his glass.
“Oh come on! I’m sure you could blow my mind if you really tried, beginner's luck,” you tease, nudging him. He laughs again, his cheeks going redder, the idea of pleasing you going through his head, sending a pleasant shiver through him. Maybe this situation wouldn’t turn out so bad.
“You really think I’m cute? Like… you would… you know… without any money involved?” he asks quietly, his eyes on the ground.
“Mhmm, is that so hard to believe? You’re handsome… I would’ve assumed you would have had lots of takers after what you did in the battle, are you waiting for love or something?” you purr, shifting closer, feeling his body language opening up to you. A sigh leaves his lips, his eyes finally meeting yours properly. Merlin, you were even prettier up close, and he could catch a glimpse down your dress… His eyes dart away nervously, cheeks perpetually pink.
“Not even that I just… I guess I’ve had a few people interested, but… I think they thought I was some brave hero… they seemed to lose interest quickly upon realising I could barely look them in the eye,”
“You are a brave hero, even if you’re a bit shy too,” you soothe, running a hand through his hair. He doesn’t push you away, his pupils dilating slightly, his breathing picking up, feeling dizzy at the touch. You were actually touching him, and he was letting you despite his fears. You made him feel oddly comfortable, clearly attracted to him, but not being pushy and respecting his thoughts and feelings. Seeing his nerves pick up a little, you decide to reassure him. “You can tell me to stop at any time and I will listen, promise,” you whisper, and he nods, but doesn’t tell you to stop, even as you shift into his lap. He swallows, his hands settling on your thighs at your encouragement, a ragged breath slipping from between his lips. “My services have already been paid for, you know? If you wanted to take advantage after all,” you tease softly, leaning your forehead to his, surprised by how willing he seemed now.
“I… I… I do…” he stammers, surprised at himself, perhaps he had been more desperate than he realised all this time, and with such a sweet, pretty girl offering so readily… “But I’m afraid… I have no idea what I’m doing,” he admits, fingers tightening on your thighs.
“That’s okay… I don’t mind being in charge,” you chuckle deeply, brushing your lips to his. He leans forward, unknowingly turning what you had meant as a teasing touch into a real kiss. His eyes slip shut, lips moving tentatively against yours, relaxing a little as your arms wrap around his neck. The kiss feels good, warm, soft and comfortable. He goes willingly as you push him to lean back properly against the sofa, never disconnecting your lips, sighing in pleasure. He hadn’t expected to actually end up like this with you, but he’d ended up being powerless to your charms and his own buried desires. As your hips begin to rock against his, he realises just how long he’s been fantasising about something like this happening to him, moaning as you tug at his hair, tilting his head back for better access to him. The desire is mounting fast, and he realises after waiting 21 years that he barely wants to wait a second more, his arousal straining embarrassingly against his jeans, fully at attention already. Despite the embarrassment of it, he feels he can tell you the truth.
“I want more…” he whispers between ever deeper kisses. “You don’t have to be gentle with me… please,” his eyes opening as you pull back to look down at him. “I’ve waited so long,” he pleads, feeling a little pathetic. It would probably be best for this encounter to be slow and gentle, perhaps you should retreat to his bedroom, but that isn’t what he wants. “Please,” he repeats, swallowing as he looks down your body, taking in the sight of you straddling his lap. He bucks up slightly, and you giggle.
“What a needy, needy thing I’ve found myself,” you tease, but figure you should put the poor guy out of his misery. “You already want to be inside me, huh? That fast?” you taunt, shifting to kneel over him. He whimpers softly, knowing how silly it is, but all he wants is to feel what it’s like, your words making him even needier. When he notices that you’re tugging your underwear down from under your dress, a wave of relief washes over him. He wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your neck.
“Merlin, thank you, thank you…” he murmurs. “I need to know what it’s like… I need you… thank you so much,” he continues, gasping against your skin as you fiddle with the clasp of his jeans, undoing them the best you can with him leaning against you.
“You reek of desperation, honey,” you tease softly, helping to free him from his boxers.
“I know… I know… I’m sorry,” he whispers, nuzzling your neck. “I just… you’re making me feel completely different… I feel like I’m hypnotised,” he mumbles, leaning back to watch as your hand wraps around him. He moans, eyelids drooping. He wants to be embarrassed by already being rock-hard and leaking, but he can’t seem to care as your free hand pulls up the hem of your dress. “Is this actually happening?” he asks hazily, making you giggle.
“Yes, you okay?” your hand moves up and down his cock slowly, teasingly, relishing in the soft groans he gives you in return.
“Mhm, please don’t stop,” his hands find your waist, bunching up your dress even further, trying to guide you toward him.
“Ah ah, I’m in charge, remember?” you tut, pulling back, making him whine. By now, you’re just messing with him, but it’s pleasing you too much to stop just yet.
“I’m sorry– please,” he pleads. “Please, I need this, I need to feel what it’s like, please,” you hear him sniff lightly, seeing tears of frustration gathering in his eyes, your expression softening. He really is desperate. “I’ve had to wait so long and now you’re here…”
“Oh, honey…” You coo, cupping his cheek with your free hand, rubbing your thumb over his cheekbone. “You want it so badly,” you taunt, adjusting yourself so you’re just inches from sinking down onto him. He whimpers needily, letting out a raw noise as you shift down, rubbing his tip through your folds, teasing yourself and getting yourself ready for him. In Neville’s eyes, you’re only torturing him further. He feels the warmth and wetness radiating from your core, calling out to him like a siren song, beckoning him deeper, but he doesn’t dare push, knowing you pulled away the last time he tried. He couldn’t risk that again, so instead stayed still, groaning in desperation. He couldn’t believe it was about to happen; he’d started to think he’d be a virgin the rest of his life, but here you were, beautiful and real, grinding yourself against his aching cock, your forehead resting on his. He feels a tear slip onto his cheek as you continue teasing, but hides it by tilting up to kiss you, your lips moving together softly. You feel his wet lashes flutter against your cheek and decide to show mercy.
You pull back just a bit, realigning yourself so that you can sink down onto him. He mumbles a few more incoherent pleas, his eyes glued to where the two of you will soon meet. His hands are tight on your waist, the only thing anchoring him to reality. Finally and mercifully, he feels you sink down, his length gradually surrounded by your tight heat. His body trembles, his eyes rolling back. It feels good. Better than good. He doesn’t even have the words for the bliss he feels as he bottoms out within you, your thighs meeting each other as you seat yourself fully in his lap. You breathe heavily against his neck, his first sign that you are actually affected by what you’re doing like he is, trying to get used to the large intrusion. He embraces you, relishing in the feeling of you, another tear slipping from his eye.
“Thank you… thank you…” He murmurs, twitching within you. He feels you clench around him, and his whole body tenses. It’s almost all over in that moment, and he feels the embarrassment again, realising he really isn’t going to last. “I’m… I won’t be able to uh…” he pants.
“I know, I figured,” you soothe, your chin leaning on his shoulder. His hand slides up your back.
“I’m sorry,” he says, rubbing his nose along your jaw, relishing the scent of your perfume mixed with the newly discovered scent of sex. “It feels too good,”
“Yeah? You like it?” You shift your hips slightly, making him groan.
“Yeah… so much… I… I’m close…” he breathes. Your lips press to his, and he happily reciprocates, holding you close as you grind yourself against his lap gently. He can’t stop the whimpers spilling into your kiss, but you hardly mind, committing the sweet sounds to memory. “Feels so good,” he whispers, his breath catching as you speed up a little. “Oh… oh…” he screws his eyes shut, the feeling of you moving around him too much to handle. Too warm and wet and perfect. It only takes a few more moments until fireworks explode behind his eyes, a choked version of your name leaving his lips. You moan in return, feeling as he comes inside of you hard. His arms tremble around you, his hips bucking gently as he rides out his pleasure. You continue to kiss him, and he tries his best to return the gesture, but he’s fighting for breath, his head spinning. He collapses back against the sofa, slowly opening his eyes, seeing you still sitting in his lap.
“Merlin… I’m sorry… thank you,” he laughs tiredly, his nerves returning.
“Sorry about what?”
“Finishing in… um… inside,” he blushes, running his hand through his hair which he notices in embarrassment is rather sweaty. You shrug him off, not bothered. You were on the potion anyway. He watches in awe as you pull away from him, some of his release dripping down your leg. He can hardly believe he’s just had sex with you, of all people, a beautiful virtual stranger whom his friends brought to his house. You seem to sense his train of thought.
“Your friends got their money’s worth in the end, then,” you tease, grabbing a tissue from the coffee table to clean up. He blushes.
“I’m still cross with them, though,” he huffs, taking the tissue from you and carefully wiping you clean. He’s a bit embarrassed to touch you so intimately, but he figures he made the mess.
“You’re still shy,” you point out, slightly amused. He chews his lip.
“Well… all this is still pretty new to me… even if we did just… you know…”
“Fair enough, maybe you should have your friends pay me again sometime, for some exposure therapy,” you joke, and he chuckles.
“Would you come back? Do that again?” he asks quietly, discarding the tissue.
“Yes,” you answer him honestly.
“Even if I didn’t pay your going rate?” he jokes shyly as you shift to sit sideways across his lap, his hand gently moving to your lower back so you don’t fall.
“Only if you plead with me, but you seem to be quite good at that,” this comment makes Neville blush profusely. He’d never known he had such a desperate side, but had found he’d liked letting go with you. He looks up at you, taking in your slightly smudged makeup, yet your confident smile, soft at the edges. You were so beautiful, even more so now that he’d formed a connection with you. He was in disbelief, but for the second time that night, he felt incredibly grateful for the people in his life, even if he was going to yell at them before telling them so.
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Description: Theo yearns for you, and yet you can't help but push him away, until you can't anymore
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It was hard to resist the charm of Theodore Nott.
sitting still, almost breathless, the innocence of charms class, passing by the minute.
Except it wasn't, because time stands still when Theodore's eyes constantly find yours.
You push your hair back, you adjust in your seat, you draw on the spine of your empty page, anything to avoid the twinkle in his eye.
It shouldn't be that easy to make you swoon, you think as the heat rises to your cheeks, 'go away teddy,' you wish you could say as you let out a huff of breath you didn't know you were holding in.
Finally dismissed, you practically fly out of the classroom, head down, avoiding those rich chocolate eyes that feel like they can read your every thought.
You think you've escaped him as you head down the crowded corridor, that is, until you feel a hand slide to the small of your back, and your books slipping from your hands to his, theo.
"I can carry them myself" you insist, your hands reaching back for your books
"Don't protest, just relax and let me help you" he lips melting into a smile that almost makes you allow his little act of service
"mhm hmm", you almost tease, forcing the books away from his grip
"Back where they belong" you mutter, holding the hardcovers to your chest
"Are you coming to Hogs this weekend?" he asks, jogging a few paces ahead so he can fully face you
"Theodore you have defence now and I have herbology, you're walking the wrong way" you reply, avoiding actually answering him
"Oh, so you do pay attention, you know what I have next?" he laughs "I'm glad, I thought I was going crazy trying to get you to notice me" he continues
You'd be caught, but it wasn't enough to give in
"Please, Theodore, I only know what you have next because you were complaining so loudly in the common room last night, I think our whole house knows your schedule by now" you say, turning the corner.
He should've made way to his class by now, he will be late, so when you stop walking, he halts in unison, you drop your books down on a nearby ledge, and gently but quickly place your hands on his shoulders, turning him around to set his route straight
"That way" you tilt your head in the direction of his class, releasing your hands from him, he almost flinches like you had just given him everything and then taken away the universe.
You keep walking, looking back to where Theodore remains still, staring.
You shake your head.
You also shake down your smile.
By the time the day was over, you headed to the common room, where you find him instantly, fighting with his lighter to start his cigarette with no success, you watch him closly as he drops to the floor by the fireplace, caustiouly leaning into the fire, the cigrartte that hangs from his mouth catches and ignites, he rolls over away from the fire, his hands moving to rest behind his head
"Hi" he smiles, smoke crowding his face
"Thats a dangerous act you just pulled, Theodore", you say rising your brows in disapproval
Before he could reply, Pansys stormed in and slumped into the couch beside you
"You're a real piece of work Theodore" she grits
"A sexy piece of work" Mattheo jokes, nudging Theo's leg before dropping into the single armchair
Pansy rolls her eyes, "What did he do now?" Blaise asks, placing a quick kiss on her cheek before settling with an arm around her
"I've got detention, because I didn't finish my project, because my partner didn't show up to class, and the work was too much for one person to finish" she says, eyes wide as she stares at theodore
"If looks could kill, Pans" Enzo laughs
"Oh Theodore, when will you learn" Draco disaproves standing above Theo
"I didn't go to class because someone" he says, looking directly at you, while you still look like a deer in headlights
"Ran away from me again, why do you run?" he says softly, head tilted, eyes dreamy
"I don't run!" you blurt defensively
"Right, I'm sorry, you flee". He says his hand is clenching his heart
"I do not" your whole body on fire and all eyes watching you
You're ripped out of your trance as pansys arm smacks your shoulder
"I knew you had something to do with it, ughhh!" she complains
"I'm innocent!" you deflect slapping her back, Blaise stuck in the crossfire
"You are not. I skipped class and smoked two packs of cigarettes to try and mend my broken heart" Theo sighs, finally standing up
"There you go, Pans, just explain that to Snape that Theos is heartbroken and all will be well" Enzo smiles
Pansy narrows her eyes between the two of you. “If I fail this term because he’s in love, I will hex you all.”
“I’m not in love,” Theo says instantly.
Too instantly.
Mattheo makes a noise of disbelief. “You wrote her initials in the condensation on the window this morning.”
“That was absent-minded,” Theo snaps.
“That was humiliating,” Draco corrects.
You stare at him.
His jaw tightens, just slightly. A crack in the performance.
“You’re all very dramatic,” you say
“No,” Theo replies quietly. “I’m very patient.”
You take a shaky breath, gathering yourself to leave
"Where are you going?" Theo says too close
"Back to my dorm" You say, walking away
"See! Fleeing!" Theodore calls out behind you, it makes you stop, you turn around faster than you intended, until you're once again face to face with sweet teddy bear nott
"I do not flee." Your face is wearing a serious expression
"You've done it twice just today" he challenges, inching closer
"What do you want from me Theo?" you say sternly
“I want you to stop pretending you don’t feel it.” he returns
“You look at me like I’ve done something terrible,” he continues softly. “Like I’ve unsettled you.”
“You have,” you whisper, forgetting the room wasn't full of your friends
Good,” he says, voice barely above the crackle of the fire. “Because you’ve ruined me.”
Mattheo groans loudly, breaking the silence, but not the tension, “Merlin, this is nauseating.”
Draco throws himself onto the sofa. “If he starts reciting poetry, I’m transferring.”
Theo doesn’t break eye contact.
“I missed class because I couldn’t stand the idea of you avoiding me again,” he admits. “I thought if I skipped it, at least I’d have an excuse to be miserable.”
"Merlin Theo, I can't win with you" you sigh, pushing past him back towards your dorm
"No, I can't win with you" he huffs
"Actually, I'm the real loser, with detention, if you two needed the reminder" Pansy calls out, waving her hands
"Shut it Pans" Theo says, lighting another smoke, watching you disappear into the stairs
"Smoking that much is going to kill you" Blaise warns him
"That's not what's going to kill me" he says, inhaling
It's quiet in your room, hours have past and you wish you could stop thinking about him. Your legs move before you can stop yourself, too quickly, until you reach the heavy wooden door of Theo's dorm.
You knock too hard, you can hear his footsteps and his hand reaching and twisting the doorknob
"Hi", you say breathless
"You're out of breath" he almost laughs
"Well, I ran" you almost laugh
"Classic" he snorts
You search his face, you find his eyes, as they bore into you and before you can say anything else, you step forward and kiss him.
You kiss him gently, he kisses you back as if he doesn't, he would drop dead, he doesn't pull away, when you do, you rest your hands on his chest.
Your mouth opens to explain, but he interrupts, placing pecks on your lips
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
You almost laugh into the fifth one.
"You really are a runner", he can't help his aching smile
“No more cigarettes for heartbreak,” you say quietly.
“No more running,” he smirks
“Deal.” You smile in return as he wraps his arm around your shoulder, moving you both into his dorm.
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I loved the yandere Hufflepuff boyfriend x nerd Ravenclaw reader! Could you also do yandere Gryfindor boyfriend x Slytherin reader?
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Yandere! Gryffindor Student! Boyfriend x Slytherin! Snape's Daughter! Fem Reader
CW : Set in 1996 (Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince), more Snape's POV as a nervous girldad, Yan! Bf is needy and freaky, Yan! Bf is everything Snape hates 😭, implies Snape has a wife, Black cat energy Reader, Girlboss! Reader
- This is a disaster
- How did this even happen...?
- How could you let this happen?
- How did he let this happen?
- Is probably what went through your father's head after he found out about your three month old relationship. So let's rewind for a bit, shall we?
- You're in the same year as Boyfriend, enrolling in 1992, making you and Boyfriend the same year as Ginny, Luna, etc. Since the first potions class, yan! Boyfriend is already head over heels.
- Because what do you mean you've been brewing since you're 6? And that you're kinda nice compared to your dungeon bat of a father. Yan! Boyfriend is the last child after 4 older sisters, all of whom hated Snape's guts for being such a mean jerk.
- You proceeded to hex him for saying names about your Father. That oddly makes him even more enamored and determined to follow you.
- Even now at Fifth year, he's still following you around like a lost dog. Severus absolutely hates him. He has 0 talent in Potion making that puts him in even the WORSE position than your upperclassman, Neville Longbottom.
- But Severus, even now as a DADA Professor is still watching over Yan! Boyfriend closely. Because... Well, his potions' marks have been growing higher and higher as the years have gone by. He even heard that the disaster managed to get an Exceeds Expectations from Slughorn.
- Severus calls bullshit on this preposition! Thus, he's been investigating for weeks now.
- Yan! Boyfriend is a talented beater for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team! He's loud, obnoxious and is somewhat of a Sunny guy who never dimmed.
- Even back when he's still the Potions' Professor, anytime he yelled or took points from Gryffindor for his dumbassery, he will take it in stride, determination and oddly never tries to talk him out of it???
- It drives Severus even more insane, especially because now he has no reason to take further points or give him further detentions. He tried to give him one, but he earns a tight glare from you instead.
- So he never tried that again. He has figured being unfair in front of your watch results in you writing a letter to your mother, and him sleeping on the couch for three days straight when you two are home for Winter or Summer Breaks.
- The thing is, Yan! Boyfriend is a disaster elsewhere too. He hates studying and only likes to do sports. He got one of the worse grades for three consecutive years (Year 1-3), but everything slowly changes after the start of fourth year.
- He remembers seeing Yan! Boyfriend sobbing and groveling in front of the Slytherin common room at 1 AM in the morning. Severus is already agitated from the staff meetings with Umbridge, and he cannot and WILL not deal with this.
- He tried giving him detention, but Yan! Boyfriend proceeds to latch on his knees and cries there??? Your father almost whipped out his wand and turn yan! Boyfriend to a sobbing door. But stopped himself in time from the sheer shock.
- Yan! Boyfriend then starts babbling and saying slurred words he can't really decipher. The only things he can understand are, "refused", "called me lazy", and "date".
- Before Snape can even respond, Yan! Boyfriend stopped all act and suddenly shot his eyes up to meet his. He then jumped up and almost immediately came to Severus' jaw. It irritated him more because why is this boy so tall for his age?
- It's like he suddenly got some sort of enlightenment. He wiped his snot and tears using his sleeves (Disgusting, Snape noted), and the same burn of determination is shown on his pupils.
"I'll do my best, Sir! Thank you for lending your legs for my comfort, I've found my answer!"
- Is the only thing Severus heard before Yan! Boyfriend sprinted back to the Gryffindor Tower. Snape didn't even have the chance to assign him detention for loitering and staying out of curfew.
- Ever since Year 4, Yan! Boyfriend's grades inexplicably raised. Everyone wonders about what happened and why the sudden change. Even McGonagall is astonished since she didn't know what to do with the boy aside from putting him in Quidditch since it's really the only thing he's good at.
- And now, at Year 5, 1996, Here lies the pride and dignity of himself because he's following you and Yan! Boyfriend to the library. He knew about the schedule because you visited him in the afternoon to give him his share of baked cookies, mother sent them, and to complain about the stupidity of Gryffindors to her father (Snape preens at this one, at least you have one thing inherited from him).
- He puts heavy disillusionment charms on himself and hid behind a book rack just enough to see what you're doing through the gaps.
- When he saw Yan! Boyfriend's larger hands covering yours after you complain that it's too cold, his breath hitched and he almost toppled through the racks. He still kept a positive thought that maybe the boy is just being overly touchy. He grew up with four older sisters after all.
- When he shed his Gryffindor scarf and circles it on top of your Slytherin one, he still thinks it's a platonic gesture. His daughter, his precious darling do have a habit of collecting strays.
- But then you two start to argue about how to properly graft a toxic plant from your Herbology class, Yan! Boyfriend suddenly pointed at a random direction away from him, and exclaimed, "Madame Pince!".
- You obviously immediately shot your head to the way he directed. Finding no one, you furrowed your brows and was about to shoot a sarcastic sentence to him, but on your way to look back at him, he has moved closer and pressed a kiss to the edge of your lips.
- Well... There's no platonic explanation from that one.
- Snape immediately came out from his hiding place and grabbed Yan! Boyfriend by the collar. Your expression changed from flustered red to alarm, to embarrassment.
"Mr. Wess, I'll give you five seconds to absolutely explain yourself, before you earn detention for the rest of your natural life in Hogwarts!"
"Oh, Sir! Didn't expect you to be here. About time [Name] and I told you that we're dating. I've told her we just need to come clean! But she insists to tell you later because you've been in a foul mood, I've told her I wanted to ask for your blessing to date her..."
- Yan! Boyfriend continues to babble happily about your relationship and how worried you've been. If your father knows, there's an 80% chance of Yan! Boyfriend getting disintegrated to literal nothingness just for touching her, let alone KISSING.
- In the end, the secret has been spilled away by your himbo Boyfriend. And Severus discovered that,
1. You've been dating since three months ago.
2. Yan! Boyfriend bakes a lot of brownies, buys a lot of flowers from Hogsmeade, and begged [name] to finally accept him as her boyfriend.
3. Yan! Boyfriend has been shooing and hexing mean, perverted boys away from [name].
4. That fateful day of the Fourth year, Yan! Boyfriend has a breakdown in front of Slytherin common room because [name] called him out on everything he has been doing wrong, and that she wants someone that could keep up with her, academically or not, and Yan! Boyfriend isn't suitable at the time.
- The third one is a surprise for him to know since Yan! Boyfriend speaks quicker and quicker for every sentence. But as Severus glared at him, Yan! Boyfriend stops talking.
- And that's why, he's currently writing a long obituary on himself. How he's going to die young because there's a possibility of him having a WILD son-in-law who brings nothing but trouble, and a dramatic letter to his wife.
"Why are you even being so dramatic? I've known since day one that your daughter will end up with that boy."
"You WHAT?"
- Another known fact unlocked, [name] has been telling her mother all about Yan! Boyfriend since Year 1. Severus never knew because you never told him, and because it'll be harder telling him considering how protective he is.
- But all is okay for you and Yan! Boyfriend for now. Severus is still heartbroken over his little girl growing up so fast, but he's starting to accept it, heh.
A/N : omg it's so long! Sorry it took so long to answer this ask, anon!! University drained me, and now work is draining me, haha! But I'm glad I can finish this in one go!
imagine Draco pulling you into a secluded area before a Quidditch match, tugging at your arm to pull you towards him, the muffling roar of the crowd in the background. He smirks, his Quidditch kit half-fastened, eyes gleaming with mischief.
"You honestly thought you could sneak by in Slytherin green and not say good luck to your favorite player? For shame, L/N."
"Favorite?" You snort. "I was heading towards Zabini right now."
He rolls his eyes, barely hiding a grin forming on his lips, "Hilarious."
The air is loud, shouts and cheers grow as the crowd gathers. The muffled rumble of the announcer's voice echoes through the field, heightening the electric pre-game tension.
"Aww don't be jealous now, Malfoy." You tease, pinching his cheeks with a smile.
"Me?" he swats your hand away, "Jealous of Zabini? Never. I just want you cheering for the right guy- loudly. And you-" He leans in closer, "owe me a good luck kiss. House rules."
"Is that for every girl that's passing by or just a privileged honor?" You tilt your head raising an eyebrow, leaning back slightly to further the distance between you.
"Just yours," His smirk grows, stepping closer anyways. "Other girls can settle for an autograph- they're not nearly as distracting."
"Oh but I am?"
Draco's voice lowers, his lips barely a breath from yours, "Completely. More dangerous than any Bludger. I'll be thinking about you every time I touch the broom."
"Which broom?" You tease, tilting you head.
He laughs under his breath, "Don't start what you can't finish, L/N. You know exactly what I mean."
You giggle, tilting your head down, cheeks pink,
"Now, am I getting my good luck or not?" He slides his hand behind your back, pulling you closer. You reach your hand into your pocket pulling out a chocolate frog holding it against his chest,
"Here." He glances down, laughing softly as he sees the sweet treat.
"Really pulling out all the stops, huh?"
"Ribbit," you smile.
The blonde bites back a grin, plucking the frog from your hand, "You're ridiculous- and absolutely my favorite."
You giggle, your cheeks growing hot by the second, "You can get a better reward later- when you win." You trail a finger down his chest patting it twice before you turn to leave.
He catches your hand, pressing a quick kiss to your knuckles before letting go, voice soft but burning with confidence, "Watch me."
